continuing to stay ugly. endeavoring to stay dope.

so,
my friends,
i find myself looking worse and worse,
and doing more and more.
i s'pose that's the way it works, really.
the more beat-up and run-down and worn-out and broken-in i get,
the more i gotta get busier and busier to offset the onslaught of old bustedness.
then,
right when i might maybe be feelin' a little blue about becoming
a creature of unappealing peeling pieces and shedding shells,
i see a little something that reminds me that it isn't ALL bad getting uglier,
especially because sometimes you get add-ons to enhance whatever you've got left.
no.
for serious.
check the Folk-Life-&-Liberty-Fortress-type teleport:

yeah!
so,
how flippin' cool is watching a bug pop out of his own head?
pretty flippin' cool, for sure.
cicadas spend all their lives in a dirt-hole eating crap,
just to climb up out of their soiled soil prison,
climb a tree,
blarp out of their admittedly F*ing gross looking carapace,
just to air-dry into an equally unpleasant, but airborne, carapace.
yikes.
but,
then they get to get loud as heck, stay fresh flying through the air,
and get all the hard-style pounding out of their system as they can,
so that they can die as a cooler but just as hideous version of themselves.
that's what i'm talkin' about, neighbors.
stay ugly, stay dope.
everything else is bullsh!t.
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for every hair i lose,
i add a skill.
for every hair that hangs around, but turns grey?
i do a push-up.
for every eyebrow whisker that coils up and freaks out and goes all haywiry?
i draw a plan.
for every wrinkle i worry into a furrow on my face,
i bake something expert.
for every additional degree of haggard countenance i assume,
i read a book, and absorb that knowledge.
the outside isn't looking so hot,
but the hottness is increasing by leaps and bounds as a result.
ew.
teleport:

it isn't easy.
i think i'm on some sort of wizard path?
maybe.
making magic happen is what's up.
so,
i guess that's what today is all about;
never quiet, never soft.....